Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Index,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.